In the garden where silence grows,
Weeds whisper secrets the wind only knows.
They spread their tendrils, both wild and free,
In a dance of nature’s quiet decree.

Among the roses, they find their place,
Unwanted guests in this sacred space.
Yet in their green, a story unfolds,
Of resilience and life, brave and bold.

Though gardeners toil to keep them at bay,
Weeds return, come what may.
With roots so deep and leaves so wide,
They thrive in shadows where others have died.

So, let us ponder their silent fight,
In the dance of day and the calm of night.
For even weeds, in their humble guise,
Hold a beauty that escapes our eyes.